Autumn winds whisper,
as leaves fall.
Wafer thin in copper bronze.
Each one, my fallen ghost –
kissing my blue eyes.
I still remember,
the farewell song
and sash of tears.
A stripped cold feeling,
as death patiently waits.
Buried in Autumn Leaves
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 